Ha ha, uh
n***a, come on, n***a, yeah
Take it to the house
Yeah, yeah, yeah Dub C, 40 Watta
Uh-huh, D-Shot
[D-Shot]
I know ya in the movies and ya pager's goin' off
You got a call from the boss
You seen the code 2-2-3-6, you makin' excuse, you got to piss
Even though you at the phone dialin' all seven digits
You got to move with the quickness
Before ya dude gets suspicious and sh**
Get to trippin' and sh**, get the sock in this b**h
Get to turnin' Doctor Jekyll on hoes
Cause if he flauntin' dough, he can't take the blows
[W.C.]
AY HO! AY HO! (Get em' again, get em' again)
Pick yo celly up, I wanna f**
Ho what's happenin' back at cha'
Get it at cha' once the p**y askin'
You know that ignorant ba*tard
Pockets full of Ziploc bags, it's ripped nasty
Met you at the Benz dealership in t-shirt and khakis, crafty
Over the mic like cookie chips, it's the criminal
Known for c-walkin' in the p**y lips
Let them s**ers take care of ya ho
Like 40, I just wanna click with you and dick you
From Cape to the Bay Area, bury ya
Flashin' the dick in ya tonsils
Bend you over and f** you by my studio counsils
Poundin' a shady n***a layin' the wood
Video tapin' me hittin' it from the back
Throwin' up the hood, yeah you like that b**h
The square a** weights tellin' you ain't never been choked
Or done f**ed by a felon, no K-Y jellin'
Just tryin' to inhale it
So when ya ready for the real b**h hit me on my cellin'
[Hook: The Click and (Baby)]
It' all the same (These hoes wanna marry a n***a)
The same ol' game (Then turn around and bury a n***a)
It's all the same (It's all gravy whodi)
Wherever we go (n***a please believe)
It' all the same (These hoes wanna marry a n***a)
The same ol' game (Then turn around and bury a n***a)
It's all the same (Fo' sheezy baby)
Wherever we go
[Suga T]
I set rules in this game
I pop my bra, I claim fame
I do my thug thesis
Got the world singin' "Sprinkle Me"
I do no jockin' the clock don't stop clockin'
I'm a top notch and my itenary stay crackin'
I'm mackin' boss b**h, hell I'm pimpin'
I'm on one, I have no mercy I go sick with it
Like Cash Money we click with it, hey hey
Super bad, super bad say say
[B-Legit]
Check the pa** man, foot on the gas man
I wrap em' up in cashmere and trade em' for cash man
You dig, my sick face down on the side of my hip
I'm seventeen deep with heat so don't trip
I sip malt liquor all of the suds
My bomb is e-coli the murderous buds
I blaze Philly blunts all in the clubs
Keep a bald fade for the b**hes to rub
I thug for mine that's the difference with me
From the ball playin'n***a that ya see on tv
I Escalade up to the spot on the Hill
Fill you up with Hennessey and ecstasy pills
f** you in the mind if ya just sit still
Opened up some game and I let that spill
b**hes love playas cause they keep that real
The sh** is all the same, ya feel
Yeah, it's all international baby, ya feel
[Hook]
[E-40]
But every time I spit this game
These L-R-P's these n***as know my name
You see my name is E-Feezy
These hoes be lovin' me
Ya gotta be a special lady and a very exciting girl
Yo I'm slammed, lookin' savy in the back of the crackhouse
In the bathroom choppin' up and baggin' up my cavy
You must be blankin' off them blankin' thangs
Who the f** you think you dealin' with
I hold up, I ain't gon' rescue no b**h
I'll slap ya upside ya nooda, b**h
Talkin' that sh**, I'mma buy ya a** some Prada
Some Norman Camali, the Mazda MX or Miati
I ain't gon' lie you got some good a** lush fire punana
But I ain't sprung even though you been handlin' on
Been s**in' the peel off the banana with yo big a** lips and gums
Swallowin' down my cum, runnin' around there with yo big a** tongue
You're hangin' out your thong
You wanna stay with ya hard a** workin' baby dada
He loves ya dirty draws, he'll drink ya bath water
He'll let ya a** go clubbin'
He ain't gon' be trippin' off nothin' you mention
He know you something
He know you can't turn a tramp into a good woman
[Hook x2]